Oh boy.
A few sips of Clan MacGregor and my brain goes weird on me. I need to drink - more than I have been and get the tollerance back up so I can go do a night of gray goose and ice again at Manuals.
Excuse me, this is floating in my brain and I have to get it out:
I like good scotch and I cannot lie,
and you other drinkers cannot deny
that when the bottle pops open with a little tiny hiss...
Oh god I did NOT just filk Sir Mix a Lot.
Thats it, im going to finish getting drunk and go pass out. My ice is melting in my Clan MacGregor.
Excuse me, this is floating in my brain and I have to get it out:
I like good scotch and I cannot lie,
and you other drinkers cannot deny
that when the bottle pops open with a little tiny hiss...
Oh god I did NOT just filk Sir Mix a Lot.
Thats it, im going to finish getting drunk and go pass out. My ice is melting in my Clan MacGregor.
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